Female_Doctor Encounter Jesus He Gave Her This Message NDE
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00:00I never believed in life after death. As a doctor, I was trained to see the human body as a complex
00:09machine when it stops working, that's the end. My name is Sarah Mitchell, I'm 42 years old,
00:16and I've been a cardiologist at Mercy General Hospital for 15 years. I've watched many patients
00:22die, held their hands as their monitors flat-lined, and comforted their families afterward. But I
00:28never imagined I would experience death myself, let alone come back with a message that changed
00:34everything for me. Before I continue, please let me know where you're listening from. It would be nice
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01:02coming your way. Enjoy listening. It happened on a Tuesday. I remember because I had been on call
01:08for 36 hours straight. A massive pileup on the highway had brought in dozens of critical patients,
01:14and our team had been working non-stop. I was exhausted but satisfied. We had saved 17 lives
01:21that day. As I drove home in the early morning darkness, my eyes grew heavy. Just for a second
01:27they closed. They say you don't hear the crash that kills you. That's true. What I remember is a flash
01:33of headlights. A sudden swerve and then nothing. Just darkness. And then light. Not the harsh glare of
01:40hospital fluorescence that I knew so well. This was different. Warm, golden and somehow alive.
01:46It pulsed around me through me. I felt weightless yet completely present. The pain was gone. The
01:52exhaustion had vanished. I felt more alert, more aware than I had ever been. I was moving without
01:59walking, drawn forward by some gentle force. Around me the light began to take shape. Trees,
02:05flowers, a path beneath my feet. Everything glowed from within. The colors were more vibrant than anything
02:12I had ever seen on earth. A meadow stretched before me, filled with flowers that didn't exist in any
02:18medical textbook I had ever studied. Sarah, the voice came from everywhere and nowhere. It was inside my
02:24head, and all around me gentle yet powerful enough to shake the ground beneath my feet. If there had been
02:30ground, if I had still had feet. I turned, though I wasn't sure how, since I couldn't feel my body,
02:37and there he was. I knew him instantly. Not from the Sunday school pictures of my childhood,
02:43or the paintings in museums. Those artists had gotten it all wrong. They had tried to capture
02:48divinity in human form. But the being before me was both more human, and more divine than any artwork
02:55could convey. His eyes. That's what I remember most clearly. They held the depth of the universe,
03:01and the intimacy of a close friend. They knew everything about me. Every mistake. Every doubt.
03:07Every good deed. Every fear. And loved me completely anyway. Jesus, I said. Though I didn't speak with
03:14my voice. He smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through clouds. You weren't supposed to
03:20join us yet, Sarah. He said. Your work isn't finished. I looked around suddenly aware that this
03:26wasn't just a dream, or hallucination. The medical part of my brain searched for explanations. Oxygen
03:32deprivation. Neural misfiring. Trauma response. But the truth settled over me with absolute certainty.
03:40I had died. This was what came after. Am I in heaven? I asked. You're at its threshold. You reply.
03:47A place between your world and mine. I wanted to stay. Everything about this place called to something
03:53deep within me. Here was peace. Here was purpose. Here was love, without condition or end. As if
04:00reading my thoughts. And perhaps, he was Jesus shook his head. Not yet beloved physician. I'm sending you
04:06back. Back. The word felt heavy with disappointment. Why? He gestured. And suddenly we were no longer in
04:14the meadow. We stood or existed somewhere else. Below us, I could see the earth. Beautiful, and blue and
04:20terribly fragile. Look closely. East. The planet seemed to zoom in like a divine satellite view. I could
04:27see continents, countries, cities, and then people, billions of them, each glowing with their own inner
04:34light. Some bright, some dimming, some nearly extinguished. They've forgotten, Jesus said. And his voice held such
04:41sorrow that I felt it like a physical pain. They chase comfort, power, distraction. They build walls
04:48instead of bridges. They look for meaning in things that cannot last. Even those who speak my name often
04:54miss my mess. The view changed again, and I saw war zones, refugee camps, poverty-stricken neighborhoods,
05:02lavish mansions, built on exploitation, environmental devastation, human trafficking, addiction, hatred disguised
05:10as righteousness. I saw it all at once. And it nearly broke me. How can they not see? I asked. How can
05:17they do this to each other? The signs are all around them. He replied. Just as I foretold, nation rises
05:24against nation, famines, earthquakes, floods, false prophets who twist my words for profit and power,
05:31hearts growing cold with selfishness. The fig tree has put forth its leaves. Yet so many are too busy to
05:38notice. I had never been particularly religious. My parents had taken me to church as a child. But
05:44medical school and residency had pulled me away. Science became my faith. Measurable, testable,
05:51reliable. Yet standing here with Jesus, all my certainties fell away. I knew with unshakable
05:57clarity that what I was experiencing was real. What can I do? I asked. I'm just one person,
06:03a doctor who fixes hearts, but doesn't know how to change them. He smiled again, and love washed over
06:11me. That's exactly why I've chosen you, Sarah. You understand both science and compassion. You speak
06:17the language of reason, but know the limits of human understanding. You've seen both birth and death,
06:23and recognize the miracle in birth. He reached out and touched me. A touch I felt everywhere, in what would
06:29have been my soul if I still had a body. I am returning you to warn them, he said, to tell them
06:35that I am coming soon, just as I promised. The signs that my disciples asked about are unfolding.
06:41The birth pangs have begun. Time grows short. Fear rose in me. Not of him, but of the task. They won't
06:49believe me. They'll say I had a hallucination from trauma. They'll diagnose me with confusion.
06:55Hypoxia. Temporal lobe epilepsy. Some will doubt, he acknowledged, but others are already sensing the
07:02truth. They feel the urgency in their spirits even if they cannot name it. Your words will confirm what
07:08they already know. What exactly should I tell them? I asked. Tell them to look around with open eyes,
07:15and see the signs that were foretold. Wars and rumors of wars, nation against nation, famine,
07:21earthquakes, persecution, false prophets, the gospel reaching the ends of the earth.
07:27Through technology, never imagined by my first disciples, Israel blooming as a fig tree after
07:33centuries of dormance. He paused, and his eyes grew more intense. But most importantly, tell them I am
07:40still the way, the truth, and the life. Tell them it's not too late to turn back to me. My arms remain open,
07:47my forgiveness remains perfect, my love remains endless. Another gesture, and I saw crowds of
07:55people turning away from darkness, choosing light, reconnecting with each other, and with him. The
08:01vision gave me hope. Will I remember all this? I asked. Will I have the words? You will remember,
08:08he promised. And when words fail, my spirit will give you what you need. But Sarah, his expression
08:15became solemn. There is a cost to being my messenger. Some will mock you, others will hate you. You will
08:22be called crazy, misguided, even dangerous. Your professional reputation may suffer. Are you willing?
08:30The question hung between us. Was I willing to risk everything, my career, my reputation,
08:37my comfortable life, for this message, for him? Looking into those eyes that held the universe,
08:43I found I couldn't refuse. I'm willing, I said. He smiled once more. Then go with my peace. And
08:51remember, I am with you always, even to the end of the age. I felt myself being pulled backward,
08:58away from his presence, away from the light. Darkness enveloped me again. And then, pain. Terrible
09:05crushing pain in my chest. Beeping machines. Urgent voices. She's back. We've got a rhythm.
09:12I gasped, choking on the tube in my throat. My eyes flew open to the harsh hospital lights,
09:19and the shocked faces of my colleagues, the same doctors and nurses I had worked alongside for years,
09:25now fighting to save my life. Dr. Wilson, the chief of emergency medicine, leaned over me.
09:32Sarah, can you hear me? You're at Mercy General. You were in an accident. I tried to speak,
09:37but couldn't around the intubation tube. My hand flew up, trying to communicate the urgency burning
09:44inside me. Later, they told me I had been clinically dead for nearly 4 minutes. My heart
09:50had stopped completely. By all medical understanding, I should have suffered brain damage from the lack
09:56of oxygen. But my brain scans were perfect. Better than perfect, according to the neurologist who
10:02examined me. It took three days before they removed the tube, and I could speak. My first words were,
10:09I need to tell you what happened. Dr. Wilson patted my arm. The accident. Don't worry about that now.
10:16The other driver is fine. Just a broken wrist. You took the worst of it. No. I insisted. My voice
10:23raspy from the tube. What happened when I died? His expression changed. Became carefully neutral.
10:30The face we doctors use when patients say something concerning. Sarah, you experienced trauma. Your
10:37brain was oxygen deprived. It's very common to have vivid dreams or hallucinations in those
10:43circumstances. It wasn't a hallucination. I said. I was with Jesus. He sent me back with a message.
10:51There it was. The flicker of worry in his eyes. My colleague of 15 years was now questioning my
10:57mental stability. It was exactly as Jesus had warned me. Over the next weeks of recovery,
11:03I told my story to anyone who would listen. My parents, my sister, the nurses who cared for me,
11:10the physical therapist who helped me regain my strength. Some humored me. Some avoided eye contact.
11:17A few listened with genuine interest. One nurse, Esther, took my hand and whispered,
11:22I believe you. I've been feeling it too. That something big is coming. Six weeks after my
11:28accident, I was cleared to return to work. The hospital administration suggested I take more time,
11:35perhaps see a therapist to process my trauma. But I was determined. My hands were steady.
11:41My mind was clear. And most importantly, I had a promise to keep. On my first day back,
11:47I had seven patient consultations scheduled. With each one, after discussing their cardiac issues,
11:54I found myself adding something personal. Have you noticed the signs? I would ask.
12:00The world is changing rapidly. These aren't random events. They were foretold thousands of years ago.
12:07Some patients looked uncomfortable. Others seemed curious. One elderly man named Robert gripped my hand
12:13and said, I've been telling my grandkids the same thing, doc. The Lord is coming back. We need to be
12:20ready. By the end of the week, I was called into the hospital director's office. Sarah, Dr. Hammond said,
12:28not meeting my eyes. We've had some complaints. Patients feel you're proselytizing. You know our policy
12:35on religious discussions with patients. I'm sharing critical information. I replied, as a doctor,
12:41if I notice symptoms of a serious disease, I'm obligated to warn my patients. This is no different,
12:49he sighed. It's very different. And I think you know that. Look, we all understand you went through
12:55something traumatic. No one would blame you for taking more time off. I recognized the thinly veiled
13:01suggestion. Stop talking about this, or don't come back. That night I cried for the first time since
13:08my return. I'm failing. I whispered into the darkness of my apartment. No one is listening. I don't know
13:15how to do this. In the silence, I felt rather than heard the response. Start where you are. Use what you
13:22have. The next morning, I called in sick. But instead of staying home, I went to my computer and started
13:30writing. I wrote about my experience in detail. The light, the colors, the meadow, his eyes, his voice,
13:38every word he had spoken to me. I wrote about the signs he had pointed out. Wars, natural disasters,
13:46moral decay, technological advancement, the restoration of Israel. I connected these to current
13:52events, to headlines anyone could verify. I created a simple website, and titled it,
13:59A Cardiologist's Journey Beyond Death. I used my real name, included my medical credentials,
14:06and posted my story. At first nothing happened. A few visitors, probably friends or colleagues,
14:13checking out of curiosity. Then someone shared it on social media. A reporter from a local news
14:19station emailed, asking for an interview. I said yes. The interview aired on a slow news day,
14:26tucked between a story about a charity fundraiser, and the weather report. I spoke calmly, clinically,
14:33describing my experience as I would describe a medical procedure. I didn't rant or make wild
14:39predictions. I simply shared what I had seen, and what I had been told. By morning, the clip had gone
14:46viral. My inbox filled with interview requests, national news networks, talk shows, podcasts,
14:54religious programs. My phone rang constantly, until I turned it off. Reporters camped outside my
15:00apartment building. Dr. Hammond called. The board is meeting tomorrow to discuss your situation,
15:07he said stiffly. In the meantime, we're suspending your clinical duties. I had expected this.
15:13It still hurt. For the next several weeks, I accepted every legitimate interview request I could.
15:20I spoke to skeptical news anchors, sympathetic religious hosts, curious podcasters, and hostile
15:27debunkers. Through it all, I told my story exactly the same way each time. I didn't embellish or
15:34backtrack. I answered questions honestly, including admitting when I didn't know something.
15:40Why you, a particularly aggressive interviewer demanded. Why would Jesus choose a doctor,
15:46who rarely even attended church? Doesn't that seem convenient? I asked myself the same question.
15:53I admitted, all I can say is that perhaps my scientific background, makes me an unlikely but
16:00credible messenger. I'm risking my career and reputation to share this. What would I gain by lying?
16:06Letters poured in, thousands of them, people sharing their own spiritual experiences,
16:12their fears about the state of the world, their renewed faith after hearing my story.
16:18A group of medical professionals formed a support network, doctors and nurses, who had similar
16:24experiences, but had been afraid to speak up. Not all reactions were positive. My car was vandalized
16:31with the word LIR spray painted across the windshield. I received death threats. Former colleagues published
16:38articles debunking near-death experiences as mere neurological phenomena. One particularly painful
16:44editorial was written by Dr. Wilson, detailing my concerning psychological decline following trauma.
16:52Through it all, I kept speaking, kept sharing. I accepted invitations to churches, universities,
16:59community centers, anywhere people wanted to hear my story. I didn't ask for money. I didn't start a
17:07ministry or claim special authority. I simply delivered the message I had been given. The signs
17:13are here. Jesus is coming soon. It's not too late to turn back to him. He is waiting with open arms.
17:20One year after my accident, I stood before an audience of thousands in an arena that had been rented by a
17:27coalition of churches. Looking out at the sea of faces, people of all ages, races, backgrounds,
17:33I felt humbled by how far the message had spread. I'm not special. I told them, I'm just a doctor who
17:40died, and came back with a reminder of what many of you already know from scripture. The signs are all
17:47around us. Creation is groaning. The world is experiencing the birth pangs that precede new life.
17:53I touched the scar on my chest from where they had cracked my ribs doing CPR. I lost everything I
18:00once valued. My career, many of my friends, my professional standing, and yet I've gained something
18:07far greater. Purpose, clarity, peace in the midst of turmoil. I looked out at the crowd, making eye
18:15contact with as many people as I could. I don't know exactly when he will return. He didn't give me
18:21dates or times, but he made it clear that the hour is drawing near, and that those who have eyes to
18:27seek and recognize the season we're in. A young woman in the front row raised her hand. What should
18:33we do to prepare? I smiled, feeling his presence with me as I had so many times since my return. Love
18:41God, love each other, speak truth, show mercy, live as though today might be the day you see him face to
18:48face, because it might be, and remember his message to me, which is also his message to you. It's not
18:55too late. He is ready to accept anyone who turns to him. As I spoke those words, the lights in the arena
19:02seemed to grow brighter, though I knew it was just my imagination, or perhaps my memory of that golden
19:08light that had surrounded me when I died. Either way, I felt peace wash over me. My message is not to
19:15scare you, but is to encourage you on the right path. If my testimony has inspired you, and you want to
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